This song is for the families of the Sandy Hook children who are struggling through their darkest holiday season ever.
Satan dressed himself in black
And sauntered into Sandy Hook.
Teachers died to stop the attack;
Couldn’t save the lives that he took.
The devil made them go through Hell,
But now they’re in a better place.
They’ll always hear that recess bell;
They’ll never see that monster’s face.
Six or seven candles
On their last birthday cake.
Six or seven wishes --
The last ones that they’ll make.
Twenty-seven candles
Burning at their wake.
Twenty-seven new souls
March through Heaven’s gate.
A chilling end to childhood
For the whole wide world that day.
They did the only thing they could --
They got together and prayed.
Politics and prejudice
Were pushed aside for awhile
In search of one last hug or kiss --
One last innocent smile.
Six or seven candles
On their last birthday cake.
Six or seven wishes --
The last ones that they’ll make.
Twenty-seven candles
Burning at their wake.
Twenty-seven new souls
March through Heaven’s gate.
A chilling end to childhood
For twenty young girls and boys.
Lovely little people who should
Be unwrapping Christmas toys.
They’ll always be six or seven
In their new home sweet home above.
The only weapon in Heaven
Is God’s eternal love.
Six or seven candles
On their last birthday cake.
Six or seven wishes --
The last ones that they’ll make.
Twenty-seven candles
Burning at their wake.
Twenty-seven new souls
March through Heaven’s gate.
Blue sky full of candles
On their last birthday cake.
This one is eternal;
It’s the cake that God did bake.
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